Her Keeper

Chapter 118

--Geovanni Parris--

"When the hell were you going to tell me that your ass had fribroids?" I asked Julliet as soon as we got out of the car.

"Who told you that?" She asked defensively as she slammed the door on her side.

"Is it important?" I gritted. "My wife has fribroids and didn't think to tell me. How do you think I feel?" I asked.

"I don't even know how to feel about it, Geo. God damn." She growled as she stomped up our front steps.

"You don't know how to feel about it?" I asked rhetorically as I got up in her face, while she fumbled through her bunch of keys in search of the front doors.

"Fuck out my face." She gritted as she rammed the key into the lock, opened the door, pulled out her key aggressively, angrily entered the house and slammed the door behind herself, in my face.

She must've lost her fucking mind.

I snatched the door opened and slammed it shut again as I marched toward the stairs which she was now storming up and hauled my ass up them behind her. I grabbed her arm and spun her toward me.

"Don't you ever in your fucking life slam these here doors on me!" I boomed.

"Get the fuck out of my face, Geo!" She yelled as she mushed my face away from her.

I grabbed both of her hands in mine and held them toward her chest.

"Don't put your fucking hands on me 'fore I choke your ass." I growled.

"You're no different from Elliott. Birds of a feather really do stick together." She teased, causing my nostrils to flare.

"Watch how the fuck you talk to me, Julliet." I warned.

"Or what?" She spat. "What are you going to do about it?" She questioned daringly.

"Not a damn thing." I gritted as I released her and walked past her up the stairs, toward our room.

She trailed me all the way there and even further into our bathroom, where I grabbed a box of birth control pills out of the medicine cabinet.

"You better start using those." I demanded as I pushed them into her hand.

"So I'm not allowed to have a child now?" She scoffed. "Krystal could have your son, but I can't?" She went on.

"You had my daughters!" I yelled.

"And I want a son!" She yelled back.

"Well, you can't, Jules!" I bellowed.

"You could have a whole son with one of your whores, but I can't?" She continued.

"For fuck's sake, Jules, it's too fucking risky!" I yelled.

"And that's exactly why I didn't tell you about my fribroids!" She retorted. "I knew you would've said that, but I want a son, Geo. Even before Krystal got pregnant, I wanted a son." She began sobbing. "And you went and had one with her, instead of me." The tears rolled down her cheeks. "I'm your wife."

"And that's exactly why I can't allow you to go through the risks of having anymore of my children!" I yelled back at her. "I can't fucking lose you, Julliet. I already lost Krystal to child birth related complications—"

"So you still think about her?" She absolutely ignored the point I was trying to make. "You still miss her, Geo?" She questioned. "It's almost been ten years—"

"Did I say any of that shit?" I cut her off.

"You're implying it."

"The only thing I'm implying is I'm not ready for death to do us part, Jules!" I shut her up. "I love you, in case you didn't know." 

"So why can't we have a son?" She pressed.

"Because it means losing you." I huffed.

"I don't have to die. The chances are slim." She reasoned.

"The point is, Julliet, there are chances. No matter how slim, there's still a possibility." I continued.

"Just one more baby, Geo?" She pleaded.

"And what if it turns out to be a girl?" I asked.

"Then, I'd just accept the fact that it's just that." She shrugged.

"We're not doing it, Jules." I disagreed.

"Fine, I'd just find someone else to give me a son like you did." She shrugged with a snarl on her face.

"Fine." I shrugged. "But the both of you won't be living under this roof."

"But you had your bitch and bastard child living here." She gritted, causing me to scoff.

"Call Krystopher and Krystal out their names one more time, Julliet." I dared.

"That's your bitch ass baby momma and the bastard child you both had." She repeated.

I glared at Jules and shook my head, not even bothering with her. I turned and left, leaving her standing there.

I couldn't even believe her at the moment.

She made me feel sick to my stomach at the moment.

I ran back down the stairs and out the house to our car.

•°•°•°•

"Geo you're back for the kids already?" Elise asked as she opened the door.

"Nah, just one." I shook my head. "Krys let's go." I called over Else's shoulder toward Krystopher who was sitting at the table playing a game his sisters obviously forced him to. "You and Daddy have a boys' date." I explained.

He got up from.the table with no hesitation and walked over toward me excitedly.

The fact that Krystopher loves Julliet to death and is basically a Momma's Boy makes this so much harder.

Were my thoughts to myself as I sat across from him at the restaurant an hour later.

"Krys'?" I called, causing him to look up at me from his pizza.

"Yes sir?" He replied with a mouthful of pizza, causing me to chuckle to myself a bit.

"Uhh... you can't be calling Julliet your Mommy anymore." I stated, feeling just as hurt as he probably felt confused.

"Why?" He asked. "She's my Mommy." He furrowed his brows at me.

"No Krys', she isn't." I corrected him. "Your real Mommy died a long time ago. Her name was Krystal. But Daddy was married to Julliet, so she decided to be your Mommy for a while." I explained. I knew my son wasn't slow, he already broke this to pieces and put it back together in his head.

"So she doesn't want to be my Mommy anymore?" She asked with tears weighing heavily on his lashes, causing me to sigh.

"Julliet wants a little boy of her own and —"

"And she resents me." He finished, though differently than I intended.

I watched as Krystopher put his pizza down on the plate and wiped angrily at the tears threatening to fall from his eyes.

"Come here, buddy." I called him over to my side.

He quickly got up and hurried over to me, hopping into my lap and burying his face into my shoulders as I tightly embraced him, while his small frame shook in my arms, indicating that he was already crying.

"I'm so sorry." I mumbled against his ear.

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~Dolly